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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:bravehope.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>123456</title><link rel="self" href="http://bravehope.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bravehope.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T14:27:29+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:bravehope.blog.co.uk,2005-08-06:/2005/08/06/typhoon_matsa/</id><title>Typhoon MATSA</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bravehope.blog.co.uk/2005/08/06/typhoon_matsa/"/><author><name>hhself</name></author><published>2005-08-06T10:37:16+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:37:16+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Here it comes. Like the forecast said, it came with the powerful wind and heavy rain. I heard that the price for food is gonno to raise.&lt;br&gt;
When it began last evening, I was outside in the metroline station alone. I did not realise it is very serious at very beginning. But when I saw more and more people came wet and the couples hugged tight together, I felt sth... I am not sure what it is. Fear? lonely? or... At least it is Friday evening.&lt;br&gt;
A friend called said "call you husband, tell him where you are and let him pick you up!" I feel strange "I am ok. Take it easy. I can handle myself."&lt;/p&gt;
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